Of such loud insolence and words of shame Ascanius brooked no more, but laid a shaft athwart his bowstring, and with arms stretched wide took aim, first offering suppliant vow to Jove: Almighty Jupiter, thy favor show to my bold deed! So to thy shrine I bear gifts year by year, and to thine altars lead a bull with gildedbrows, snow-white, and tall as his own dam, what time his youth begins to lower his horns and fling the sand in air. The Father heard, and from a cloudless sky thundered to leftward, while the deadly bow resounded and the arrow's fearful song hissed from the string; it struck unswervingly the head of Remulus and clove its way deep in the hollows of his brow. Begone! Proud mocker at the brave! Lo, this reply twice-vanquished Phrygians to Rutulia send. Ascanius said no more. The Teucrians with deep-voiced shout of joy applaud, and lift their exultation starward.